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Thread: Behold the Welcoming Committee - 8/29 morning, Chesbrook Docks - Marco/Carlo/Niccolo [closed]

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    House Mauritanni Carlo Mauritanni's Avatar  
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    Behold the Welcoming Committee - 8/29 morning, Chesbrook Docks - Marco/Carlo/Niccolo [closed]

    Carlo had been resting on one of the benches overlooking the sea, his feet propped up on a chest in front of him. It was calm and quiet, and everything seemed too still to herald the return of the lord of Fort Chesbrook. Even so, it would not be the lord that most men here remembered. "You're sure that today is the day," Carlo asked aloud, even though he was apparently alone. A handful of pedestrians about their business looked at him oddly, but he just smiled and saluted the air.

    His brother Niccolo had gone off in search of a sandwich vendor, and had left Carlo on the bench, seemingly by himself. The solitary man did not seem bothered by his lack of company, however, and continued to call out his queries. "I'm just saying, I know Captain Hutchinson better than most, and if he were returning, I don't see why he would have told you and not me."

    Turning, Carlo could see Niccolo strolling back towards him, two sandwiches in hand. His timing, as always, was impeccable, because the younger brother was famished. He had been brought out here at an obscene hour, after all, and given that there had been little to support claims of the returning lord, he was becoming mildly irritated.

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    "Mutton," Niccolo said, handing the still warm sandwich to Carlo as he took the seat beside him. "Mutton, of all things. Half the islands killed by plague, but you can get fresh mutton all the way out here. Simply amazing." Leaning back onto the bench, Niccolo joined his brother in gazing out on the sea. "Any sign of the returning captain," he asked Carlo, only to receive a negative shake of the head as the younger man chewed delicately at his own meal. "At least the weather is nice," he added, checking the sky and finding it still cloudless.

    "I don't suppose there is a mutton sandwich out there for me," came a voice from inside the box. The two brothers on the bench didn't respond, but Carlo lifted his booted foot and dropped it back down on the top of the chest with a thud. "Ow...I'm telling father," the box responded, causing both Niccolo and Carlo to laugh out loud.

    "Why did he even get in there," Niccolo asked the other man. "Lord Tarran is almost thirty for Moreesa's sake. Who pops out of a box to surprise a thirty year old?"

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    "We should toss the box in the sea," he could hear Carlo saying rather dismissively to his brother.

    Marco, was hardly in a position to stop them, but had little fear of it. A prankster Niccolo might be, he knew better than to tempt the wrath of Giuseppe, especially when the three had been dispatched to welcome Tarran Hutchinson home, and hopefully secure the restoration of their services to his family. In hindsight, climbing into the chest may have been a tactical error. The younger boy had always loved the trick, but Tarran was now considerably older.

    Just then, there was an audible oohing and ahhing from outside his prison, and Marco tapped on the lid of the box with the palm of his hand. "Hey! What is going on out there? Is it the Righteous Wind? Tell me what you see!"

    Neither of the other two men responded, and Marco tried to push the top of the box open, only to meet the resistance of Carlo's heavily booted feet. The smell of mutton, the sound of the crowd, and the sudden cramping of his muscles were starting to make Marco a little mad. Tapping the side of the box again, he shouted. "Carlo! Niccolo! What is going on!?"

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    It had been as much for the chance to get out of the house as for the possibility of seeing Lord Hutchinson that Filomena had tagged along with her brothers to Fort Chesbrook Springs. The plague had kept the country in its grip for half a year, and it seemed like everything had shut down. And, while it was true that 'boring' was never a word that could be used to describe the Mauritanni household, the opportunity to escape for a time was not to be passed up.

    Unlike the other three, though, Filomena had passed up the chance to head to the dockside before the sun was even up. With little - if any - proof that the captain was to return now anyway, she had stayed behind for an hour or two, taking her time in getting around. The time hadn't been wasted, though, as when she finally left, sun shining down through a cloudless sky, a basket filled with some provisions was slung over her slender arm.

    Her brothers weren't terribly hard to find. Even when not performing the family tended to draw attention, especially when there were a number of them gathered together. Coming up behind the bench they were seated on, Filomena dropped the basket between Carlo and Niccolo, kissing each on the cheek by way of greeting. "Doesn't seem like I've missed anything yet," she said as she looked out over the empty sea. "Where's Marco?"

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    "Haven't seen him," Niccolo said, turning to look at Carlo who shrugged his agreement. Smiling as she kissed his cheek, Niccolo took another bite of his sandwich, and lifted one side of the basket to see what the girl had procured.

    "I'm in the box," came Marco's voice, somewhat irritated as the container shifted under Carlo's boot.

    "No he's not," Niccolo said, quickly correcting him. "We haven't seen him all day, have we?" Carlo again shook his head, and began to whistle lightly. "Judging by the noise," Niccolo went on, "Lord Tarran should be entering the harbor as we speak."

    "I am so in the box, now take your foot off the lid! I'm going to miss the arrival! Filomena, make them see reason!" Marco was pounding on the side of the box with his palm now. "This is enough!"

    Offering his sandwich to the girl, Niccolo shrugged. "You want a bite? You're awfully thin. If you put on a few pounds, it might reduce the chance of you getting stuck. In a tight spot. Like a box, or something."

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    Filomena laughed openly at her brothers' hijinks, shaking her head in exasperation. "Aww, let the poor old man out before he has a coronary," she laughed, walking over and tugging at Carlo's pant leg. Making any member of her family see reason was an impossible task, especially when there were two of them working together, but she had to at least try, even if she would probably catch hell for calling Marco an 'old man'.

    Leaving the box, and its contents, to the whims of Carlo's sense of sympathy, Filomena perched herself on the edge of the bench between them, the basket nestled behind her. "What is it?" she asked of the proffered sandwich, peering at it to try and discover its contents. Growing up with such a big family, and with so many of them being brothers, had left Mena with a healthy sense of suspicion, even if she'd learned over the years that her kin rarely tricked her with anything too terrible. Deciding that it was likely safe, she took a bite, eyes widening a bit in surprise. "Mutton! And pretty good mutton, too. Who'd have thought you could find that way out here?"

    Reaching into the basket behind her without looking, Filomena pulled out a carrot and crunched on it as she looked out to sea. "How do you even know he's coming today?" she asked the box, hoping that the contents therein would give an answer more satisfying than 'Because I know he is'.

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    Carlo finally relented. Not because his sister asked him to, or because Marco was begging him to, but the angle at which he sat on the bench in order to keep his feet on the box was causing the cheeks of his ass to fall asleep. As he kicked open the latch, he turned to his sister. "Father claims there was a message sent to our home, though nobody has seen it." Carlo would not be surprised if the old man had merely sent them to be the first to welcome Lord Tarran home, and guessed at the possible date of his homecoming. For all any of them knew, they could be here for a week.

    "There's a reason why Giuseppe keeps us tied to the Hutchinson family," he said, picking up his own sandwich and taking a bite. Allen had always had a reputation for keeping his supply routes open, even when others were suffering from embargo or famine. It explained the wealth of the city, and why artisans and performers flocked there. Sometimes, it was good to not be the king, and to not have to concern yourself with matters outside your own city limits.

    Marco finally had the box open, and was now just sitting in it, with his knees pulled back against his chest. Carlo handed him the extra sandwich and then shrugged. "And what is the plan if they do arrive? There isn't much the four of us can do on our own."

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    House Mauritanni Filomena Mauritanni's Avatar  
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    "Are we sure he's not just making things up again?" Filomena looked doubtful about any message having come. Granted, in such a big and busy household, it was easy for things to be overlooked, but usually something like that would be broadcast down the line. "Not that there's much we can do even if he is," she added, almost as an aside. They were already here, after all. If it turned out nothing happened in a day or two and they went home, she knew their father would just make them turn right back around.

    Fishing around in the basket behind her, Filomena pulled out an apple and polished it on her skirt. Brightly colored striped socks peeked out from beneath its hem, but it was hardly remarkable for a Mauritanni to be caught wearing something that might be considered slightly odd. One leg crossed over the other, her foot bounced to a soundless beat as she looked out to sea and bit into her apple. "We impress him with our dedication?" There was the tiniest bit of hesitation in her voice as she cast around for a halfway decent answer. "Reassure him that we're still alive, even if half the country isn't?" It was grim to joke about something so serious as the decimation the plague had caused, but Filomena simply shrugged. "I'd sort of hoped Father had given one of you more detailed instruction than the 'go and wait' that I got."

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    **Meanwhile aboard the ship traveling for Fort Chesbrook**

    "LAND!" Olivia shouted from her perch upon the bow of the ship. She pointed a bit to her right and turned to look over her shoulder to her brother. "Tarran! Look! It's home!" She was nearly turning inside out and as she gripped the railing she turned to see if Evangeline or Tatianna were around to be excited with her.

    They'd spent so much time on Tuneric that there was no way they could ignore the pure joy they'd feel of being home again. On Balfour's soil was where each of them belonged but none more than the Princess. "Tarran!" She looked up to see her brother at the helm and giggled. "Starboard brother!" She knew that he knew but her excitement could hardly be contained.

    The boatswain came to her and shook his head. "You're something else Lady Olivia." She'd grown fond of the older man through their journey. "I'm something else and I'm home." She responded with a smile.


    @Tarran Hutchinson @Evangeline Baptiste @Tatianna Farrand-Calhoun

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Tatianna Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    "LAND!"

    Tatianna heard the cry from Lady Olivia and looked up, then in the direction she pointed, squinting to see what she did. Shading her eyes with a hand, she thought she spotted what the lady did, a dark smear on the horizon. Balfour, and in a few hours, they would make for the harbor in Fort Chesbrook. She had mixed feelings about coming home - a part of her was excited to see her family, glad to be home, but she carried a heavy burden with Nataliah's letter and Langston's ashes. Once she reached Silesia, there would be a great many questions asked, and she didn't have that many answers.

    Hearing Olivia call to Captain Hutchinson, she smiled again at the giddiness she displayed and went to join them both. "You have very good eyes, Lady Olivia. I have no idea how you saw it that easily, but it's certainly a sight for sore eyes, isn't it?" The dark line was growing larger with each surge of the ship slicing through the waves, bringing them closer and closer to the island that was home to all of them. Tianna also reminded herself that they were bringing hope home as well in the form of the cure that Lady Eva had safe and secure in her cabin. The plague could finally be conquered.

    Turning to look up at the boatswain, she asked, "How long before we reach the harbor, do you think?"


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    Knowing they were not overly long out from landing, Evangeline was below decks. It wasn't necessarily where she wanted to be, but part of their precious cargo was not faring well from the sea journey; the plants from which the cure was derived, despite being so carefully prepared, were suffering. Some had outright died, but a few were clinging to life, their pots set in the warm sunshine of one of the windows in Tarran's cabin. Eva had watered them carefully, followed the instructions given to her as closely as she could...but she could only hope that once they were on land their botanical bounty would perk up.

    A shout from above reached her ears, but Eva could only hear the voice, not the words. A rush of feet followed, though, and that was what piqued her attention, and she hoisted her skirt so that she didn't trip and made her way to the main deck.

    Peering around, she saw Olivia perched on the bow of the ship, her gaze toward the horizon. The bo'sun stood nearby, and the princess was also with them. Eva moved to join them, in time to hear the boatswain saying "A few hours? Less, if the wind turns more in our favor." There was a smile in his voice as well as his face as he replied to the princess, and Evangeline slipped in with them with ease. Her eyes cast out over the waves, and there, seemingly days away, lay the coastline of their home.

    "Never have I been so keen to see a distant, dark smudge." Her words were light, but there was a yearning in her eyes. Balfour was truly the land of her heart, and although there was a great deal of work to be done when they landed, there was also the promise of her new life with Tarran, and her reunion with her family. For now she wouldn't dwell on the fears of what they could land to find, what damage the plague had done. For now, there was only the joy in the sight of land, and the prayer that Moreesa see them quickly and safely home.

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    @Tatianna Farrand-Calhoun @Olivia Hutchinson

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    For Tarran, there were no surprises. The land was where it should be, when it should be. And all that came with it was a sense of relief that after all the bad things they had endured, the Islands of Balfour still stood where he had left them years before. What was better, was that the skies were clear, the sun was bright, and the air was salty and sweet. Somewhere amid that small lump in the center of the sea, was his bed. And at the foot of that bed was silly Labrador named Zeek.

    The fact that his sister felt the need to point out the direction of the land to him made the sailor smile. The old man they had been conversing with was correct in his assumption, excepting one little fact. The wind had nothing to do with it. Part of the reason why Fort Chesbook had blossomed as a shipbuilding hub, and part of the reason that Alan and Tarran had been such successful military sailors, was that there were natural sea lanes in and out of the harbor that if one knew where they were, they could cut travel down markedly. They also carried in valuable driftwood and schools of fish that the locals used to sustain the economy. As long as you sailed along them, and not across them, you would travel quickly and safely.

    "About two," he corrected, even as he turned the wheel away from the island. The opening to the channel was farther out to sea, but circling into it would still be far quicker than if he sailed a straight course from where the Righteous Wind was currently positioned.

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